To the southeast of the city of Paris lies a high ground with a cathedral made of white marble. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It was the Basilica of the Sacred Heart, the residence of the Cardinal Patriarch Richelieu, the center of the entire Francourgical power of the Governors of France.

Compared with Notre Dame Cathedral on the other side of Paris, it is not so tall and magnificent, richly decorated, so many believers and tourists.

In the solemn white church, there are five steps, one post, ten steps and one sentry, and all the papal knights standing are fully armored and holding swords.

Very few people come here, and most of them come from the Holy See itself, and the terrain is high, the scenery is beautiful, and you can overlook the whole city, but it has always been peaceful.

A black man wrapped in a black robe slowly walked into the silence.

He crossed three tall white arches, passed rows of standing papal knights, and entered the silent church.

Bright sunlight shone in through the skylight, through the colorful glazed windows, on the tall statue of the god at the front of the church, and on the old man who was kneeling and praying in front of the statue.

The old man had white hair and a ruddy complexion, and was dressed in a bright red robe with a golden cross embroidered on the back.

This is the Patriarch Richelieu, the religious leader of all France, the candidate of the Cardinal of the Holy City, the second most noble man in all of Paris.

After the prayer was over, the old man turned to look at the black inquisitor who had been standing still.

His voice was warm and powerful, with a magical magic that made people feel like a spring breeze: "Oh, it's Clark, you don't have to be restrained when you come to me, just sit down and talk." ”

Clark sat down upright and said apologetically, "Your Excellency the Patriarch, I'm sorry, after months of investigation and searching, I still haven't caught that assassin. ”

The old man didn't mean the slightest blame, and his voice was still warm: "It's just a bishop of a small town, it's not a big deal." Assassins, one day they will show their feet, don't worry. The darkness has always been there, and we have been clearing it, as long as we keep persevering, the light will eventually sweep away the darkness! Of course, if you need any help, you can also tell me directly, after all, your teacher and I have been old friends for many years. ”

"In fact, I've found some clues, but I need to verify them in Paris. Clark looked up, his eyes earnest.

"Oh, I see what you mean, of course, you can do as much as you want. As long as you don't mess with the musketeers and the royal family, I promise, no one will bother you with your quest. The old man smiled and agreed.

"Thank you for your generosity. Clark put one hand on his chest and saluted the old man.

"You're welcome, we are all servants of the Lord, a big family that loves each other, so we should help each other. I also hope that you can get rid of that assassin sooner rather than later, and then you can come and help me. The old man was still smiling.

"This ...... Is that okay?" said Clarke, hesitantly.

"Of course, that is the immortal cause of the Lord, and with your piety and power, you certainly have the right to participate in it. Again, the old man assured.

"Okay! I'll finish this mission as soon as I can!" Clarke's tone became firm.

The night has come.

In the small building at the top of the Rose Sword Academy, in the ornate conference hall, five administrators were chattering around Miss Sophie.

In the eyes of most of the audience, Miss Sophie in the ring just waved her sword into the air, then slowly walked to the piano, handed out a sword, and won.

But the five instructors in the room were all true masters, and they knew the thrill represented in this leisurely stroll, and the wonder of each sword, and the use of swordsmanship to crack the sound waves, which was a wonder they had never heard of.

This is more like a miracle, representing the shattering of the myth that "the Philharmonic above the grandmaster is invincible at the same level".

The woman in the power suit of Orange Rose couldn't bear it the most, and asked repeatedly: "Sophie, how did you use your sword to cut those invisible notes? This is obviously invisible, how did you cut it? And there are so many internal sound waves, and the coverage is so wide, how did you block it?"

The aristocratic man of Blue Rose also expressed his puzzlement: "The swordsmanship moves you used on the stage are not from our academy, right?

The black gauze girl of the black rose also spoke: "Sophie, didn't you say that you suffered a very serious internal injury, how could you get better so quickly?"

The beautiful woman of the Purple Rose also asked, "Sophie, how did you win?

Master Sophia of Yellow Rose played a round: "Okay, okay, everyone, calm down, let Sophie say it herself." ”

Miss Sophie, Shi Shiran, sat down on the red rose chair in the main seat before speaking: "I was able to defeat Yelena because I have been practicing a new sword technique day and night for a month. ”

Everyone sat up straight and leaned over their ears.

Miss Sophie continued: "What I have cultivated is a peerless sword technique! Although the qualification requirements are relatively high, it is indeed a peerless sword technique!"

Hearing Miss Sophie's words, everyone fell silent all of a sudden, their mouths wide open, and their eyes widened away.

The silver-haired girl with white roses broke the silence: "Well, what kind of swordsmanship is it?"

Miss Sophie didn't answer her and continued: "I can dedicate this sword technique to the academy, let it become the town sword technique of our academy, and let our academy truly become the number one martial arts academy in France." However, I have one request. ”

"What request?" the noble man of the Blue Rose swallowed.

"I'm going to be the head of the college!" Miss Sophie said.

The crowd fell silent.

Miss Sophie continued, "I want to be the true dean of the Rose Sword Academy, with sole power and everything. Instead of a management council like now, everything has to be held, all have to vote, all have to discuss and vote, and all have to intrigue. I'm going to be the dean of the college, to really lead the college, to restore it to its former glory, even more so than it was at its most glorious. ”

The expressions of the crowd were different, some admired, some puzzled, some doubted, and some pleaded, but no one answered.

Miss Sophie clapped her hands: "Okay, whether it is the peerless swordsmanship or the strongest academy, whether it is my ambition or your desires, it all depends on everyone's choice, everyone raise their hands to vote." ”

The first hand was raised, and it was Master Sophia.

The second hand was raised, and it was the silver-haired girl.

The third hand was raised, and it was the woman in the power suit.

The fourth hand was raised, and it was the aristocratic man.

The fifth hand was raised, and it was the woman in black veil.

The sixth hand was raised, and it was the beautiful woman in purple.

The last hand was raised, and it was Miss Sophie.

This was the last vote of the Rose Sword Academy Management Committee.

Since then, the management council of the Rose Sword Academy has been dissolved, and the Rose Sword Academy has been changed to a dean system, with senior tutor Sophie Marceau as the head of the college.